On Friday it was hot and sticky, so Emma had an ice cream for lunch and a doughnut. The ice cream cooled her down and the doughnut mad her tongue tickle. Susie, her best friend, ate some of Emma's doughnut and shared a chocolate chip cookie with Emma. That was when the trouble started. Emma took one bite of the cookie and, hey presto, her tooth fell out. It landed on the pavement and bounced into a crack. Emma picked the tooth up and stuck her finger into the gap between her teeth. There was a drop of blood on the tooth and a sliver of nerve was attached to it.

Emma burst into tears and ran to the headmaster's office. The headmaster's receptionist told Emma to wait in the sickbay for the headmaster, Mr. Roberts, to arrive. He was busy eating his lunch with some third grade girls (he was eating his lunch out of their cunts, to be precise, but that's another story). At a quarter after two, Mr. Roberts went directly to the sickbay and asked Emma how she was feeling. "I'm scared," Emma replied, showing the headmaster her tooth. "My tooth has fallen out." Mr. Roberts sat beside Emma and stared at her legs. They were short and slim, but they were shaped like real women's legs. Emma was wearing a very short skirt, too, so Mr. Roberts took the opportunity to look up it as Emma showed him her tooth. "That's a fine fuckhole you have in there, Emma," he said, admiring the way Emma's labbies protruded through the crotch of her panties. "Pardon?" said Emma, not understanding what Mr. Roberts had just said. "I was just saying what a pretty little girl you are," he said.

Emma looked displeased with Mr. Roberts' comment. "I'm not pretty anymore," she whimpered, indicating the gap in her front teeth. "I look silly." The headmaster stood up and walked out of the room. "That's just not true," he said. Emma rubbed her eyes as she tried listening to what Mr. Roberts was saying to Mrs. Gray, his receptionist.

Mr. Roberts lifted Mrs. Gray's skirt, pulled her panties down, looked over his shoulder to see that nobody was looking, then inserted his long penis in Mrs. Gray's ample, pink bottomhole. "How's Emma Hogan feeling?" Mrs. Gray asked. "She's just lost a tooth," Mr. Roberts replied, pushing his hard-on deeper into his receptionist's backside, "but I do have just the thing to alleviate her worries." Mrs. Gray smiled and turned her head to kiss Mr. Roberts. "I'm sure you do, Anthony. You always know how to alleviate my worries." Mr. Roberts smiled. "What kind of brother would I be if I wasn't mindful of my sister's well-being?"......(cont)